Today

Today

Good Day to you, greatness.

This is the day. Shall we choose the precious orb of life, the great oasis, the creation, the power, the unending beauty, the adventure, the life? Shall we choose the awesome wonder, the star struck heavens, the celestial glory?
Shall we walk with our ancestors into the adventure, any adventure. The adventure of culinary delights, of myth and fantasy, of strength and beauty, of daring, of nurture, of places and time, of the future, of structure, of creation. The adventure of compassion, of caring, of daring to take a stand, for our todays, our yesterdays and our tomorrows.
Hear me, almighty man, calls the ocean. I rock your boats, you play in my waves, the sound of the waters lulls you with tranquil rest. The water sounds soothe the raw nerves and the playful waterfalls entice.
Hear me almighty man, calls the wind. I rustle the branches and whistle through your windows. I am your gentle breezes, your thunderstorms and your weather.
Hear me almighty man, cries the great forest, our lives takes your breath away.
The planet moans from its depths, 7 billion.
In one square kilometre the earth easily houses 5000 people. In one square kilometer it would also house 5000 plant and animal beings.
The oasis comes to mind, the Serengeti, the Amazon, the Ross Sea.

http://www.stuff.co.nz/environment/9134466/Fears-Ross-Sea-plans-could-be-huge-mistake

http://www.pewenvironment.org/news-room/fact-sheets/the-case-for-a-marine-reserve-in-the-ross-sea-85899459690

Please read the articles and make a stand to protect the great wild.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
September 6, 2013

The Ross Sea

The Ross Sea

Hail, oh brilliant mankind.
Rejoice in life everlasting, in a world of beauty and adventure. In a world of pristine places, enchanting beauty, thrilling adventure.
Hail mankind for being the glorious perceivers of it all.
To venture into the great wild, to swim and play in the clear, clean waters. To feast on the bountiful harvest and to reap the rewards of the great planet.
Hail mankind, for achieving your duty to yourselves. All aptitudes are praised, all are accepted, all are achieved. Your duty to yourselves is accomplished. The world has quieted its throngs of birds and massive migration of wildlife. The quiet is upon us and the tranquil waters soothe the soul.
Peace. Peace to you almighty man. Rest your weary head. So much to do, so much to see, so much to accomplish. One day, only this day, but it is the only day.
Soon mankind, the great planet will concede.
Gone will be the sound of the nesting birds, gone will be the seafaring life, gone will be the catch of the day, the pride of the mariner, the joy of the ocean festivals. Gone will be the harvest from the sea, the way of life, the nets cast into the seas and filled with food. Gone will be the fisheries and the awe inspired by the interplay of aquatic life. The varieties that intrigue us and the nourishment that sustains us.
Throughout our histories the sea has always provided. The catch of the day has always been on our menus and we have always relied on the ocean to provide. Almighty man, the weary wildlife can sustain us no more. The plunder is too great and there are too many to feed.
Awesome human, the last refuge of the great ocean is too fragile for your needs.

http://www.lastocean.org/Ross-Sea/Last-Ocean-New-Zealand–__I.103

The call to the great wild has always been a bold and courageous endeavor for the human. Fraught with dangers, roaring rivers, waterfalls, blistering heat, freezing temperatures, predators, cliffs, injury, hunger. Yet the pristine wilderness lures us with adventure. The call to the wild is a call of emotion. The wild! It`s for your soul, for your heart and for your mind. It temps us with it`s imagination, it`s unknown perils, it challenges, it`s adventure. It calls us still.
It calls us to paint the great landscape and whatever dwells within. It calls us to roam the hillsides and test our athletic strengths and it call us to compassion, to nurture and care. To see the world from the eyes of the creator. All of this for you blessed human, nurture and care.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ross_Sea

No plunder, no greed, only the moral man, the blessed human with contract in hand.
Save us, almighty human, sighs the great planet. Plunder no more.
The wild species only produce to their food source. As their food source declines, they also decline. The food chain is interrupted. No food for the hungry, no rest for the weary, your nets will be empty, the love song will end and they will reproduce no more.
Hail, to you almighty human, with contract in hand, to end it all or to save it all, rejoice and be happy, oh great human, for life never ending and for prosperity to all.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes
September 3, 2013

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walk the great wild

walk the great wild

Good morning Bravehearts.

Another awesome day, just for you. The great planet brings forth another day, the sun shines, the world rejoices, the call of the planet becons us. Your rise to glory, to fulfil your duty, to learn, to explore, to achieve.
Here is your duty, oh brilliant mankind. To save the great planet, the great celestial birthing place. All the others, devoid of life. Only us, in this immense galaxy.
The birthing place.
Songs of joy ring out as parents greet their own newborn. Tiny, precious offspring of love and kindness. The joy of creation, of wonder, of hope and compassion. A child! A gift! Oh happy parents, a gift of great joy. Yours! This child is yours!
The watchful, protective parent draws the child close to it and the family unit is one.
Imagine, oh mankind, the whole world that way. The life force of the great planet provides it`s own creativity. Each land produces plant and animal life unique to that space. Unique ecosystems, landscapes, peoples, weather patterns, crops, wildlife and plant life. Unique challenges for all life to bear, but all necessary for the interactive survival of each one.
The food chain sustains us. We ourselves are the most aggressive predator. Our diet is the most diverse. We encompase the globe and have global curiosity and plunder.
The starving planet provides less and less as the human population explodes. 7 billion and rising and our food sources decline.
The wolf howls his distant call. Hear us! Oh great mother! Hear us, oh great planet! We starve! There will be no pups this year! No more the wild herds of caribou, the battling elk, the deer. Lost to us is our own food source. There will be no pups this year!
The great planet moans and sighs its own grief. The wolves are a creation and a creature of the immense landscape of wilderness. They are a necessary predator, who keeps populations healthy by culling the weak. They take the old, the sick, the lame, the weak and only reproduce according to their environments. If the environment is strong and the food source sustains them, there will be offspring. Otherwise not.

http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/episode/wolves-and-buffalo.html

In the wild, this scenario is commonplace. If the animal isn’t healthy enough, the offspring won’t be born.
7 billion, oh great human, 7 billion almighty man.
One more brilliant child joins us on the planet. Who can deny you your birth right? Your right to be born, to live, to life, to liberty. Who can deny you your place on this earth? Who can accuse you? Who can challenge you? Who can say no. Dearly begotten and most loved child, you too are a creation of the Earth.
The Earth sighs, oh wondrous being, you are the great human. You are the superior being. You are the brilliant one. Peace to you and all of you. All over the world, your lives of daring adventure. Protect your landscapes and the great wild. The awesome ocean and the tangle of rain forest.
The Earth sighs. Protect me, almighty human. Protect my needs to create, to give life, to be free! Freedom to create new species, to save the ones I have. To create environments of clean air and clean water. To create environments of wildlife and beauty. Hear me, almighty human. I starve with the starving animals, the loss of habitat plunders my regions and destroys my health. I too, mankind, have become weak. I put another shoot of grain for you to eat as my own environments starve and vanish.
Hail mankind, for your brilliant mind, your curiosity, your bravery. Hail mankind, for the being that you are. Bold, brave, intelligent. Save us, mankind.

Written by Dr. Louise Hayes
September 2,2013

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The birthing grounds

The birthing grounds

Hear us! Calls the great wild! In your mind, in your conscience, we are yours. Hear us, almighty human, our mutual support protects this planet and together we are one.
We are your ancestors, your soul, your protection, your survival and your adventure. What great landscape thrives without us. Devoid of song, only the wind and the creaking trees, the rushing meditative sounds of streams and rivers, but no other life. No bird songs, no love calls, no chance for a glimpse of that animal majesty. No thrill of wonder at the beautiful creature. The docile doe and her shy fawn, the immense bear and her tiny cub. The howl of wolves and the chorus of coyotes. Not a sound.
The quiet rings with its earie silence. The showy flowers dazzle with brilliant colour. We are alone. Alone in the great wild, alone on the planet. Plunder no more, it`s gone forever.
The earth song of the creatures of the night has vanished. The daily sightings of wildlife is a memory of the aged mind. Imagination.
Lost to traffic, environmental damage, habitat loss, global warming, plunder and greed. The small fish flee from the nets cast out and squirm and wriggle to be free. Still the catch is plenty, but the tiny ones are gone. Too small and delicate for the harsh handling. A life too difficult to conquer.
The plunder of the birthing grounds is a challenge too great to bear.
Here, sighs the great planet. Your stomachs are full. Full of the offspring of adults long gone. A last birthing place, now silent. For you mankind long for the setting sun and the endless restful waves. The constant splashing and rocking, the peace, the tranquility, the calm. Your minds are clear and peace becomes you. The ocean fills you with meditative peace.
Gone are the voices of the disturbing birds, the call of their insistent racket. They steal your prey and fly off with your catch. The mighty whale sinks to the ocean floor, his food source vanished and love song dies.
Here! Almighty human, we know your name! cries the great planet. The creatures don’t please you. Only the wind, the rain, the storm, that’s all you want, that’s all that there will be. The birthing ground is plundered and no life will be saved.
EAT! Your stomachs will be full! EAT!

http://www.asoc.org/issues-and-advocacy/ross-sea-preservation

There is plenty, groans the planet. There is plenty.
The wild creatures hear your command, oh great mankind. You are the master, you are the champion, you are supreme. For you we vanish, we die, we perish. For you we stop breading, we stop eating, we stop being. For you are the master and we are nothing. We will stop eating your daily catch, stop intruding your playful waters, stop singing our songs of joy.
We loved the planet. We lived and played here, but now we are gone.

We beg no more. You almighty man have conquered and the great planet sighs and gives in. We are gone.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes
August 27, 2013

The call of the wild

The call of the wild

Good Morning Bravehearts

As summer wanes to an end, your new adventures unfold.  The mighty landscape calls to us in its endearing voice.  Come to the challenge almighty human.   I call to you with the voices of all of my being.  The wind and rain, the voices of the wild creatures, the song that sings in your heart.  Hear me almighty human!, calls the great planet, a new adventure  for this day.

The fall signals the change of season, the early morning air  has a crisp chill and presents another danger.  Cold.  Be prepared.

The mountain creatures protect us from our exuberant, impulsive selves.  Don’t venture alone.  The wild landscape is a dauntless master, full of pitfalls.  Changeable weather, hypothermia, injury, cold waters, rough landscape.  The powerful predator reminds us, don’t venture alone.

We inhabit this great place, we are the keepers of these lands.  Your bullets might harm us, but we protect you.  Your image of us in your minds, remind you, don’t travel alone..  The powerful, swift, predator, the bear the cougar, the wary hunters the wolves all remind us of the dangers of the wild, but the wildlife can’t protect you from yourselves.  Don’t bother with your rifles almighty human, don’t travel alone.  Your rifles won’t protect you from the sudden change in weather, from burning sun to sudden squalls of rain, hail and snow.  The path becomes slick with mud and slippery footing causes injury.  The beating rain freezes your hands, your body and the wet rain soaks your skin.  You can’t escape the cold.  Leave your guns at home.  The predator can see you, but your own skills will save you.  Be prepared.

The fall brings out a new dimension in travel.  The seasonal change charges the wildlife with new purpose.   The hungry bears forage for food to increase their fat stores for long winter hibernation.

A call rings throughout the land.  A love song, a challenge, a call of competition.  The elk have started to rut and the mighty animal starts to herd  the females.  These are mine! he calls to the wind and he awaits the response of his foe.  The mighty foe responds with courage and the battle unfolds.  This is a dangerous time.  The wild life are focused on their perpetual survival.  The need for creation controls them and they surge with power.  No docile being is this immense creature.  They call the challenge to fight, to control the herd, to dominate, to win their might, their majesty, their right to mate.  The will to survive, to pass on the genetics of strength and of beauty.  The call of the challenge, the clash of the antlers, the battles, the dueling.  Don’t venture near. They charge intruders, animal life ,humans and sometimes vehicles.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cOaJ-wbMoRM

There are others, the sheep and the deer will mate as well.  The clack of their horns as they charge at each other.  Be careful!  They are dangerous, these are wild times.  The once wary animals are too focused on survival.  Be careful almighty human, caution in your travels, be prepared.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

August 26,2013

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Canada Day

Central Clayoquot Sound, British Columbia, Van...

Central Clayoquot Sound, British Columbia, Vancouver Island, Canada –Base for my Sea Otter Story (Photo credit: SparkyLeigh)

Canada Day, July 1, 2013

Good Day, You Awesome Human!  What a grand day this is.  The birthday celebration of this great country, from ancient peace and prosperity to modern joy and splendor.  Happy Birthday to you, Oh Canada.

And happy day to us.  All of us, who thrive in this land and strive for the continued negotiation, the continued peace, the continued joy of sharing a great land, a great destiny and a great partnership.  Hail, Oh Canada, for the ancient negotiation, the lasting friendship, the brilliant union and the compatible peace.

Hail, oh Canada, for the wild landscape which has always been our struggle, our hardship,  our treasure, our prosperity and our joy.  Lucky are we to be the intelligent and moral person who protects the great good earth and it’s environments. Honourable are we, to be the caretakers of the great landscapes and all of the life within it.  The moral human, who’s goal is healthy living, vitality, strong ties, prosperity and intelligent minds.

To live with great joy in a land so compromising.  An ancient people, so compatible.  A lifestyle of freedom and adventure.  A kingdom of wealth for exploration, inspiration  and pleasure.  The landscape is awesome!  The animal life is beautiful.  The environments are pristine and challenging.

An awakening of the senses and a joy of living.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHt1DgeRwuo

Hail,  Oh Canada, for the multicultural nation that you are.  For the brilliant compromise.  For peoples of the world who unite for a unified, healthy, cohesive objective.  A strong and mighty nation.

Peace amongst us.  The good will of the worlds peoples live within your boarders.  The desire for never ending peace, for unpolluted lands, for pristine nature, for wildlife protection, for continued prosperity, for homes, food, education and activity.  The world’s peoples unite within the boarders of a country founded on the love, goodwill, compassion, companionship,  humanity and courage of the moral human.  The human,  who negotiated peace and prosperity for all.

Oh, Canada, a country built on trade, treasure, persistence and the acceptance and exchange of culture and religion.  The  philosophy of equality and the bold courage to achievement and adventure.  A philosophy of compromise, of dignity, of change.  The daring brave hearts who are the nations founders and the brilliant achievement of union.  All within our boarders.

They came here for what the life is.  It’s endless challenge, its compassionate mercy, it’s unending adventure.  The life itself surpassed all disputes.  The life itself overcame the obstacles.  The life itself was the end in sight.  It still is.

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Hail to you almighty human, for Canada.   For who we are, who we were and who we will always be, Canadians and this country  Kanata, our Home.

written by Dr.  Louise Hayes

July 1. 2013

And they are us

And they are us

The heroes of the past haunt us with their defiant perseverance.  Here us,  oh mortal man, we are your blood, your kin, your heart, your soul, your mind.  We are your yesterdays, your todays and your tomorrows.  We are the spirits of the conscience that will not die.  We live forever, oh mortal human.  Live forever and you will never die.

We are the example of your spirit.  The uncontested might, the strength, the courage, the path less followed, but always sought after.  We are the yearnings of your soul.  The leaders of the pack, the fortitude of the confident, skilled, accomplished human from anywhere.  We choose ourselves, to be the champions, we choose our lives to be the heartbreak.  Follow our footsteps, everyday heroes, test your strength against ours and feel the worthy soul of a brilliant life, cast in clay, dust and joy.  All that we live for is joy.

Joy!  Feel your heart sing!  Your call to order.  Claim your place.  Choose your prize.  The hero is you.

To follow in the path of a brilliant ancestor is a call to challenge your own space and time.  Limitless resources, limitless time, limitless company.  The path is the same, the company different, the skills unknown.  Would you dare to pursue the same adventure?  Would you dare to be a voyageur?

http://www.tfo.org/emissions/rendezvousvoyageur/en/world/worklife/daybrigade.html

The rivers are still tumultuous.  As long as they ever were.  The North Saskatchewan River passes through three provinces.  The Columbia River’s headwaters are in Canada and it ends at the Pacific Ocean in the United States.  Hundreds of kilometers of travel in voyageur canoes. Would you be the awesome voyageur.  The weeks of travel in open canoes, paddling hundreds of kilometers of rivers, battling currants, weather and fatigue.  Epic voyages of grand adventure.  To retrace the paths of centuries old man.  To relive the challenge of that call to adventure, that companionship, endurance, nature and freedom.  The love of the open water, the risk and the self worth.  To be the champion!  To rise to the call  of your heart and your mind.  To cast aside the daily toil.  What is a human?  What is it that is humanly possible?  The unreachable star.

The test of strength is good for the body and the test of will is good for the mind.

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Fort-Langley-Canoe-Club-2013-Fraser-Brigade/195684620567080

Play!  The joy of being, the fun of it all.   Play!  For sport, for relaxation, for companionship, for fun and for your body.  Come you awesome human.  Follow your ancestors on a path to glory.  Come and join the grand adventure of your life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OLCBXdTA0Yg

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 23, 2013

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The Voyageurs

The Voyageurs

The dawn is breaking and the currant is forceful.   Onward, onward the paddle pushes through the water.  The morning echoes with the wakening of new life, a new day, a song from the forest, joy!

The rugged life of the everyday entrepreneur.  Constant travel, constant hardship, work all day, work most of the night.  On and on through the vast river system, through the lakes and to the fur trading posts, with canoes laden with goods for trade.  Freedoms sings it’s song in the mind, wealth creeps into view.  The tantalizing call of riches.  The wealth of the nation is in trade.  The doors opened to the adventurer.  To those so hearty that they could travel great distances with focus and determination.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Voyageurs

To this end the change became the hired employee.  The race to conquer the nation, to fill the shelves with fur product, to make a fortune from the wealth of the land, attracted business entrepreneurs whose goal was to have it all.  From a life of  individual trade for profit to a life of the licenced, employed trader.  The business of trade boomed throughout the country.  Still the life of the voyageur was virtually the same as his predesessor.   Now, the trade was for a merchant, previously, it had been trade for themselves.

The rivers filled with hearty, strong, determined men, venturing on a highway of water.  The canoes travelling thousands of kilometers, the negotiation for trade.  It filled our lives, our dreams, our destinies.  The world of trade.  The world of fur.

For 350 years the Canadians ventured throughout the land in search of trading partners to expand their wealth.  Trading with the native peoples, then setting up traplines of their own.  The fur trade started in the 1500’s and ended in the 1870’s.

Negotiate.  The peaceful venture of business enterprise was the most fashionable and luxurious calling of all.  Profits on both sides, wealth and adventure.   The call of the wild was a call to prosperity.  Heed the call, almighty man.

The birch bark canoe, the voyageur canoe, the life of the land.  The peaceful settling of  a nation built on trade.  A nation built from the strength of human enterprise more valuable that any adversary or foe.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8rGaj2Bt7A  heart chakra earth healing meditation

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 20, 2013

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David Thompson

David Thompson

1814 map of the Pacific Northwest and central ...

1814 map of the Pacific Northwest and central Canada by David Thompson. The Kootenay River is shown near the bottom left as McGillivray’s River. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Always, there are heroes.  Always there are those whose feats are more daring, whose lives are more accomplished, whose endeavors more respected, whose praises more deserving.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Thompson_(explorer)

A name rings out from our history.  A name of the fur trade, a name of accomplishment, unparalleled achievement, a surprise!  A victory for us in the mapping of the land.  The long stretches of river lay before them, the endless land.  On it goes, seemingly forever.  The land, the water, the endless travel, the constant voyage.  How far?  To map the country, how far?

Day after day, the endless journey.  Mile after mile the endless mapping, negotiation, fur trading and establishing fur trading posts.   On and on into the annals of history for this one persistent and indomitable being.  The great negotiation saves us and the great negotiation lasts forever.

This almighty human was David Thompson and the great negotiation was his metis bride, Charlotte Small.  Together they travelled thousands of kilometers throughout the country.  On and on, mile after mile with a mission to accomplish an enormous feat.  The endless mapping, the constant surveying, the passion!  It must be done.  The thousands of kilometers of surveyed land all throughout Canada and Northern United States.

http://www.thefurtrapper.com/david_thompson.htm

To pass the route to another.  No more the unknown land.  No more the fear of failure, the lost souls of the misguided would now have a marked route, a secure map, a written guide.  Someone has gone before and secured the way, spoken to the people, traded, claimed the unknown, claimed the land and its people and saved their lives.

Oh, to be the aptitude of the brave and daring.  To set the pace of adventure, skills, knowledge and courage. To be the champion.

The vast river system of continental Canada and northern United States provided a lifetime of travel and adventure and professional pursuits as well.  From Ontario to the Pacific, down the Columbia River to it’s end at the Pacific Ocean, down to the Mississippi River,  along the boarder of Canada and the United States, north to Lake Athabasca.

The spirit soars in a human who has no disability, only a limp and the loss of site in one eye.  All of the surveying, the astronomical calculations, the travel by canoe, horseback, on foot, limping along an unknown course, his vision impaired by loss of site.  No disability here.  Only the passion, only the drive, only the will to succeed and the call of adventure.

Come, almighty man!  Becons the great unknown and the adventure begins.  It ends with the congratulation for the achievement “the greatest land geographer who ever lived”  For mapping millions of kilometers of land and producing maps so accurate they were used in Canada for approximately 150 years.

Hail bravehearts.  Let your stories be known.

In a nation of fantastic achievers, one name calls to us from the past.  I live forever.  I am David Thompson.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 17, 2013

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The Fur Trade

The Fur Trade

The French fur trade was based in Montreal and...

The French fur trade was based in Montreal and the later British trade at York Factory. The shading shows Rupert’s Land (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Oh the wonder of it all.  The endless beauty, the landscape the forest, the smell, the  sound, the quiet, the glory!  The freedom of adventure, the challenge of skills, the might of our strength to be pitted only against ourselves with the adversary being the landscape.  Oh the land!  The call of the great wild.  To hear the sound of the soul searching cry.  Come, mankind, venture forth oh diligent and aspiring soul.  For the land becons the voyageur and it calls them by name.

Almighty man, it whispers, come harvest my treasure.

From all walks of life the hero responds.  The lure of the magic entices.  The earth song sings and the sirens of the great north call to the almighty human.  Walk my soil, forge my rivers, the catch lies just beyond.

Feel your strength as the paddle pushes through the water.  Stroke after stroke of the rhythmic beat.  The voyageur, with canoes laden with supplies, pushes onward to a destiny of treasure.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NzFHfS1BWm0

Fur.

The cry of the century and the wealth of the nation.  Fur!

http://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.com/articles/fur-trade

The  boastful preoccupation of a wealthy nation, the fur trade entices the entrepreneur.  Come, almighty human, into the land of plenty.  The trade in furs will make you rich and there is plenty.

Explore the great rivers in your birch bark canoes, in your voyageur canoes.  The nation opens its waterways to you and presents the thousands of kilometers of river systems throughout the land.

The vast watershed of lower Canada is accomplished.  Onward we push to the limitless north.  The Hudson Bay and the rivers beyond.  Up  to the forts of York Factory, where the trade in furs grows to coin, bullion, gold!  The land is rich in harvested fur.  The champions of navigation press onward through the river systems, the tributaries, the lakes, the voyage north to trade.  The fur trade opens the nation to commerce, entrepreneurialism, wealth, fashion, merchants, the gold of the country.

From province to province, to province the voyageur paddles on.  Prosperity, trade, union, negotiation all for the almighty man, be he the king of a great nation, the sovereign of a tribe, the Coureur de Bois.  All are connected to the forest, the rivers the place of prosperity.  Fur!  The cry of the aristocrat becons and the sovereign lord of the forest responds.

Hail, almighty human, the sword and the musket never raised against yea.  The trade of commerce is the negotiation of the nation.  Blend, you great human, you moral man.   The fur trade and the conquest of the river systems opens the world to the intelligent human.  Yes, the mortal strength of one man cannot accomplish feats so daring, but the might, the privilege, the brilliant mind, knows no other recourse than to win.  Win the trust of the people, win the support for the venture in trade and in human harmony we bond and become.

Hail, almighty human.  A collection of huts is a settlement, a sanctuary.  Home!  The country is called Kanata, that is HOME.

written by Dr. Louise Hayes

June 14,2013

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